Tuesday, September 9, 2014


One last wing flutter,
Butterfly stuck in syrup
is finally free.

Constant Cloud

It's not new
It was always there
This little cloud above us
Of amor, of attraction.

The sun of self doubt
Tried to dry it out.
The winds of the past
Tried to sweep it away.

Stubborn little cloud,
It stuck quite fast -
Building and growing
On the heat waves below.

Cloud dissolution-
Is a constant worry.
But don't fret, says Science.

This is a system,
Not a lone cloud.
Where some condense
More will build.

All that matters
Is that you keep alive
The flame from below
Of conversation & connection.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Cinderella Story

The music tonight
Is a different tune.
No more mournful dirges,
Only happy tinkly sounds.

Cinderella, you've always
Danced at these balls
With an eye on the clock-
Run when midnight falls!

Pumpkin carriage and mouse-horses
Don't make for fast getaways-
Running too hard won't work
Cut glass sure impedes pace.

Tonight, Cinderella, let go a little.
Soak in the music, forget the time.
Dance with Prince Charming,
Laugh, talk, wine, dine.

So stay, Cinderella.
No more need you worry.
The magic won't end anytime soon,
You needn't run home in a hurry.

Fallen Angel

Have you seen a fallen Angel?
Nothing can compare.
It's a shell - the opposite
Of its ethereal former glory.

Twisted, wasted, slow:
A recluse dragging itself
Through its Punishment
Of an existence.

Suddenly a spark
Ignites its wooden mind,
Slowly catches ready tinder
With a glowing flame.

And then, all at once,
Its body flaring ablaze,
Hurtles through the sky
With unexpected grace.

All you can see is Beauty
As it travels its fiery path,
Can you see the burning shell
Reveal the Angel within?

Dancing, twirling,
Behold its joy
As it transforms
Once more and sings:

A thousand times I will take this,
A thousand times this pain,
This Fire is a blessing-
It makes me whole again.